Help me hold on Lord,
Down on my knees,
Each day I sink lower,
Help me up, please,
Hear the 'groanings of my heart',
'Read my kidneys ' too,
Can't hold on by myself,
I really need You,
I want to dig a deep hole,
And lay down with the others,
More tired I've never been,
Miss my daughter, son, and mother,
I love those still with me,
But I do them no good,
How can I go on?
Help me if You would?
Don't want to be seen,
So depressed and downhearted,
Try to be the 'industrious' one,
Feel defeated before I have started,
So I come to You now,
In the name of Your son,
Will be withered away,
Before day is done,
So as David once asked,
For a 'new spirit within',
With a 'steadfast heart',
Help me see another day begin,
I can feel the sincerity of your sordid words, overflow in the desire they hold. blessings, arya
I am touched by your heartfelt prayer. I am sure that your words reached Heaven, for prayers have wings you know. Take care, my poet friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
Surely such a beautifully expressed prayer cannot go unanswered. Thank you for the poem.
faith in God is what we need most especially in our daily struggle in life! Well-penned!
grievances made known to God...well written poem Vallerie... though the theme inside is grief...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very moving poem. Brilliant